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An interesting case, this report was sent in from a team exploring further north. A small island was well-populated with these creatures, and they appear to be more and more common.

Felix Aves, or the domestic kittychicken as it is affectionately referred to, is a strange species, it appears to be part chicken and part cat. One can only theorize that some Harvest had a sense of humor, or they were attempting to create a new small weapon, and failed miserably. They are increasing in numbers throughout what we term as Wales, as well as the surrounding isles and the northern part of the mainland.

Physically, they are almost a fur-covered mockery of both animals, amazingly clumsy and extremely affectionate. What would appear to be a small cat is marked by a pair of broad, slightly stubby wings, covered above with a fine fur and underneath with feathers, allowing for some flight. They are not remarked for their great ability as aviators, however. While there is sufficient muscle to get them off the ground, they tire quickly and are the antithesis of aerodynamic. The wings, however, are rather forgiving, and they are almost as adept at squeezing into tight spaces as their wingless brethren. During mating seasons, males, who are slightly larger than females, grow a ruff of fine, downy feathers around the neck and down the back.

Their vocalizations are a source of constant amusement among the people here. One of the inhabitants attempted to mimic the wake-up call of the kittychicken riding on his shoulder. He put his hands to is mouth, and shouted “Brraw-Brraww-Br-Meowwwwk!” The kittychicken surprised us both by clambering on his head and replicating the call. When not signaling, they have quite a vocabulary of squeaks and meows. This is used both to communicate with each other, to attempt to converse with other animals, and to elicit responses from their owners.

They eat voraciously, both grains and small animals. They avoid being apex predators by dint of clumsiness, and so are often found eating grass instead of mice. It is theorized that it takes amazing amounts of food to keep one of them moving. Most kittychickens are then either eating, hunting for food, or begging if they are awake.

They are like cats in regard to their sleeping habits, though they are certainly more affable than the average cat, being not only content to be lap pets but also are commonly found perched on the shoulders of townsfolk-being of excellent disposition, they are not wont to fight with other kittychickens, but are quite loud in their vocalizations with both owner and other familiar peoples. A certain man of town (the same who imitated his passenger) showed me the disposition of his companion, called “Old Hob,” who would meow on command, as well as allow perfect strangers to pet him with no reservation. Quite often, the man remarked, he would find Hob curled up in some person’s lap, being scratched under the chin. However, at a call of his name, the animal was all fur and feathers, taking to the air to perch back on his shoulder. I am assured that this is not that odd of a behavior for an animal of these isles. Wild kittychickens are found in piles in trees where they often weight down branches trying to lie on each other and stay warm. A snapped branch will set up a chorus of yowls that carries for miles.

If these are a hybrid, they breed true, but if they are a natural consequence of the Harvest, they are certainly the best joke they ever told. An animal that wants nothing more than to eat and ride on a person’s shoulder is the most interesting thing they have created, simply because there isn’t a shred of malice in the animal.

Here ends the report-if this is indeed true, then there are stranger things in heaven and earth than any of us have dreamed.